Herbert Nehrlich

Musings - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

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Came the Rabbi to the Abbey, met the Abt, said Abdubai you disturbed me so I snapped.Though the Rabbi wore a habit he was notspending time inside the Abbey on the pot.Often monks smoked funny grasses and they brewedmaking life so much more pleasant, less subdued.It's a funny and exotic life indeed, even holy men are partial to the weed.